~Darius's POV~
Seeing Damon's furious expression, his chest heaving like a caged animal, I don't know whether to punch him in the face or slam his head against the wall. Maybe both.
"Damon!"
Bianca rushes in with Evander beside her, both staring wide-eyed at the scene before she turns her glare on her husband.
"What are you...." she looks back at me with guilt all over her face like she's the one who punched me. "I'm so sorry, Darius,"
Then she shoots Damon a look sharp enough to kill. "Damon?"
"He deserved it," Damon mutters under his breath.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Bianca snaps. "You're acting like this in front of your son!"
Evander's gaze flicks to me, his young eyes filled with something that looks too much like pity. It makes my stomach twist harder than Damon's punch.
But it's fine. I guess.
So I just turn away. No words. No retaliation. I've learned that silence hurts worse than violence sometimes.
